Jan Yip

“Which maybe is what it means to be content: the heart safely secluded, a world unto itself.

Unlike being in the grip of Eros, who takes you over, transporting you so thoroughly it's as if you have no heart, no head, no flesh even, every part of you burning in a single bright flame.

Unlike pleasure, which must be sought after.”
― Kathryn Davis, Versailles

“There were jam sandwiches - naturally - cold chicken, slices of potato pie. And on the sweets table were cinnamon biscuits, Ephraim's carrot fudge, fruit scones, rock buns. What caught my eye most were the foods I didn't know, made by our Austrian visitors: the flat bread, the shredded cabbage in vinegar, the dark, dense cake dusted with icing sugar, and the apple pie that was oblong rather than round, and whose pastry crackled when you cut it.”
― Emma Carroll, Letters from the Lighthouse

“We mustn't set ourselves up as judges of what's right and what's wrong. If people are sorry and show it we should forgive them - but not otherwise”
― D.E. Stevenson, The Musgraves

“Jane Welsh Carlyle says in one of her letters, "One can never be too much alive to the consideration that one's every slightest action does not end when it has acted itself but propagates itself on and on, in one shape or another, through all time and away into eternity.”
― D.E. Stevenson, The Musgraves